Guilt finally did overcome her, of course, as she knew it would. She crept quietly upstairs from the rec room and down the hall to her room. She could hear Lucie and the Archers, still at their card game. They hadn’t suspected a thing. The only person she had to worry about was John.
She hesitated outside the door, her heart knocking. What if John actually kept his promise and made love to her? He’d find her cunt filled with another man’s come. Somehow she’d have to put him off, grab a shower. But even if she did, would he see the guilt on her face? Nervously she entered the bedroom.
She needn’t have worried. John was in bed, asleep, and open book on his lap, his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. The sight was all too familiar. She sighed deeply, knowing he hadn’t intended to make love to her at all. He’d have put it off, asked to read one more chapter in his book, then one more. It was the same old story.
“Okay for you, John,” she said softly. “Now I know how it has to be.”
She put away his book, removed his glasses, and got into her nightgown. Slipping into bed beside him, she tried to fall asleep, but it wouldn’t happen. She was nervous, afraid, and full of guilt. She tossed and turned for at least an hour, then gave up. Putting on a robe, she wandered out to the living room, thinking that a drink might relax her.
To her surprise, Brent was still up, though it was past midnight. He was sitting on the big fur rug in front of the fireplace, watching the flames, and when he saw Carol, he smiled. She felt instant lust. In spite of her worry and guilt, she knew she was hotly attracted to this man.
“Hi, beautiful,” Brent said. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Carol said. “I thought I’d make myself a drink.”
“Make me one, too, will you, please?” he said. “I can’t seem to settle down, either. Overexcited, I guess.”
Carol reddened and hurried over to the bar. She made the drinks and went to sit near Brent on the rug. She took a long swallow of her drink and said, “I feel really shitty.”
“Shitty?” Brent chuckled. “About what?”
“You know,” Carol sighed, “about what we did. I couldn’t stay in bed beside John, I felt so guilty about cheating on him.”
“Oh, for chrissake, that’s ridiculous!” Brent said firmly. “You had every right to do what you did. I mean, you’re entitled to a decent sex life. That’s why you got married. So if he’s not doing it for you, you have a right to get it somewhere else.”
“That’s what I told myself,” Carol sighed, “but it didn’t seem to help. I don’t know how you can be so cool about it, Brent.”
“Lucie and I have that kind of arrangement,” he said. “We agreed from the beginning that we might want a little variety some day, and that as long as we were discreet about it, it was all right. So tonight I took advantage of that agreement.”
Carol was silent for a moment, wondering how Brent would feel if he knew that Lucie was making it with Tom Archer. Maybe he wouldn’t be so cool then. It was okay for him to play around, but he might feel differently about his wife doing it. She knew perfectly well that John would be horrified if he found out about her and Brent.
“Well, your marriage is just different, that’s all.” she said at last. “John would never go for anything like that.”
“That’s pretty fucking unfair, when he isn’t taking care of you in bed,” Brent replied. “Don’t let that sway you, Carol, because I certainly hope this won’t be the last time for you and me.”
He was looking at her hungrily as he spoke. Carol blushed deeply, knowing what was on his mind. He moved closer to her on the rug, and her uneasiness increased. Clearly Brent wanted to make love to her again, but could she bring herself to do it? She took another long swallow of her drink.
“What about it, baby?” he said. “All the others are asleep. Haven’t you ever wanted to get laid on a bearskin rug in front of a fire?”
He was smiling, but there was urgency in his voice. Glancing down, Carol saw that the crotch of his pants was sharply tented. Her blush deepened. She realized that since she’d given in to him once, Brent would expect her to make love with him again and again. She’d gotten herself into a serious dilemma.
“That sounds very romantic, Brent,” she said, forcing a smile. “But don’t you think we’d better quit while we’re ahead? We didn’t get caught the first time, but it could happen.”
“No, they’re all out for the count,” Brent said, easing even closer to her, till their thighs were touching. “Come on, honey, don’t be so uptight. You know you enjoyed the hell out of it. And I’ve just been sitting here thinking about you and how much I want to make it with you again.”
Carol moaned softly. Brent wasn’t going to give up easily, she could see that. And his physical closeness was beginning to arouse her. Though they’d make love just a few hours before, she was already horny again. It was going to take more than one quick encounter to make up for all her years of frustration. She really had to watch herself.
“Brent, I don’t think so…” she began to say.
But before she could continue, he threw his arms around her and drew her down on the rug, kissing her hard. He pinned her with his powerful body, and she couldn’t wriggle loose. She felt his hot slippery tongue sliding deep into her mouth, and she experienced blazing lust in her pussy. Guilty as she felt toward John, she still wanted this man.
Brent prolonged the kiss, running his hands over her soft warm body, feeling her big full breasts through the thin material of her nightgown and robe. Carol wished she’d put on some underwear before leaving the room. He caressed lower, exploring her firm little waist, curvy hips and soft springy muff. Carol gasped and jerked her face away from his.
“Brent, we really mustn’t,” she said. “I feel badly enough as it is. How could I ever face John again if we got it on?”
“I told you, baby, it won’t hurt him if he doesn’t know about it,” Brent panted. “Come on, be nice to me. Help me out. I need you, Carol! Just feel this.”
He seized her hand and brought it down on the hard throbbing lump of his fly. He pressed her palm against the hot stiff meat, and Carol went dizzy with longing. She couldn’t help but remember how great it had felt to have his cock in her and what a fine lover he’d been. God help her, she wanted him again, wanted him urgently. She felt her hungry little cunt starting to cream.
Still she hesitated. It would be delicious to ball him again, but was it really worth the guilt and worry she’d feel later? Wouldn’t it be more honest to divorce John before she started running around? And yet she didn’t want to leave John, not if she could help it. She felt totally confused.
Brent saw her hesitation and said quickly, “Look, I understand how you feel. You love the guy, you don’t really want to cheat on him. I can dig it. But let’s make a deal, Carol.”
“A deal?” she said nervously. It was so hard to think when his rigid cock was rubbing her belly and reminding her of all the pleasure she could have from it.
“Let me do just one thing to you,” Brent said, his voice husky with longing. “I won’t fuck you, not unless you ask me to. But let me do just this one thing, and then you can decide.”
Carol felt too confused and weary to argue. “All right,” she said meekly.
Brent grinned. Then he scooped down her body and lifted her robe and nightgown. Carol gasped but didn’t protest. She was quite sure he couldn’t change her mind, and this agreement would give her time to think. It was pretty distracting, though, when he pushed her clothes up to her waist and exposed the golden fur of her bush.
“Open your legs for me, baby,” he said.
Carol stiffened.
“You promised you wouldn’t fuck me,” she said.
“I won’t,” Brent replied. “I’m just gonna play with your pussy a little.”
Shyly Carol opened her legs and drew them back at the knees, fully exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of blonde hairs. She didn’t want to do it, but she’d agreed and didn’t want an argument. Brent knelt between her legs and stared eagerly at her lovely rosy slit.
“You’ve got a gorgeous pussy,” he said. “I didn’t really get to look at it before. Beautiful.”
“Please, Brent,” Carol said nervously, “you better get on with it… whatever you had in mind. I’m so afraid someone will wake up and catch us…”
“Don’t worry, they won’t,” he said. “Just relax. I know you’re gonna go for this.”
Then to Carol’s astonishment, he went belly down between her legs and she felt his hot moist breath fanning her naked pussy. Her face flamed. No one, not even John, had even inspected her gash that closely. And what in hell was he doing down there? She felt him panting, and then his hair tickled her tender inner thighs.
“Brent, what in heaven’s name?” she began.
Then she stopped abruptly, stunned with pleasure. It was like no pleasure she’d ever experienced before – sharper, hotter, more delicious. Something warm and wet was caressing the supersensitive button of her clit. Looking down dizzily, she saw that Brent was using his wet red tongue-tip to lap and tickle her clit, swishing it steadily back and forth.
Carol blushed furiously. John had never eaten her pussy, of course. This was her very first time. She knew lots of people did it, but it seemed so wicked, so strange. Should she demand that he stop? Wasn’t it wanton of her to lie there with her legs lewdly spread, letting a man tongue her slit?
On the other hand, she was dying to know what it was like. Ever since she’d spied on the two illicit pairings in the rec room, she’d been fantasizing about having her pussy eaten. So far it felt fantastically good. Carol made up her mind. She wouldn’t resist. She just had to have this experience at least once in her life, and she was pretty sure she’d never get it from John.
“Ummmmmm,” she murmured, encouraging Brent to go on.
She relaxed, her body limp and submissive. She kept her thighs wide open. Brent gently parted the golden-furred lips of her muff so he could reach more of her clit. His hot wet tongue swished and tickled around and around the moist red shaft of her joy button, and hot pleasure radiated through her whole belly.
“Oh… my God…” Carol moaned softly.
She hadn’t known anything could feel so good. Balling was wonderful, too, of course, but in a different way. This pussy eating stuff was so delicious, she wanted it to go on forever. Quite soon her slit began to swell and grow very hot, and her hungry little box began to leak a continuous stream of warm thick cream.
“You like it so far?” Brent asked in a muffled voice.
“Yes,” Carol admitted with a blush, “it’s very nice, Brent. I never felt anything so nice.”
He raised his head in surprise. “You mean nobody ever did this to you before? John doesn’t go down on you?”
“No,” she said sadly. “I guess he doesn’t believe in that kind of thing.”
“Goddamn fool!” Brent muttered. “No wonder you were unhappy. But jut put that out of your mind for now, baby. Relax and enjoy, because it’s gonna get even better.”
He lowered his face into her crotch once again, and then Carol felt his slick moist tongue returning to her eager clit, lapping, tickling, rimming. It felt so wonderful that all thoughts of John went out of her mind. She was conscious only of the delicious hot sensations radiating from her clit as Brent expertly tongued her.
“Ohhhhh, it’s so nice!” she sighed.
Brent rewarded her by tonguing her hot little love-bud even faster. Carol squealed with pleasure and soaked his chin with a big rush of cunt-cream. She found herself instinctively arching her pussy upwards, offering him her clit, and her slim hips writhed with horny eagerness. Inwardly she cursed John for never having done this to her. My God, the fun they’d missed!
Brent used his stiff tongue-tip to rim her eager wet clit faster and faster, till she was breathless with pleasure and helplessly clawing the furry rug. She didn’t think anything could possibly feel any better, but it did when he suddenly pressed his lips to her soaked little joy button and began to suck it. The pleasure was devastating.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Carol gasped.
She dug her nails into the rug and slammed her greedy little clit into his mouth. Brent sucked the hot bud inside and tickled it with his tongue. Then he sucked it fast and hard, bathing it with his boiling saliva. Carol saw the room spin, and then she closed her eyes in total bliss, feeling her pussy melt and glow with pleasure.
“Oh, my God, Brent, it’s fantastic!” she panted. “Never felt anything so good. Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!”
She’d forgotten that it was possible to get off this way, because of course it had never happened to her before. So it came as a surprise when she suddenly experienced that super-hot explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. Then she was bucking, writhing, and trying not to scream with delight. She’d never had a more powerful orgasm.
“Oh, God, I’m coming!” she whined. “Yes, yes…ahhhhhh!”
Brent quickly slid his hands under her churning little ass and held her in place, sucking furiously on her clit as she came. It intensified her pleasure enormously, and she felt her dizzying climax was going on forever. Finally, though, her spasms passed, and she went limp, gasping for breath.
Brent raised his face from her steaming pussy and grinned at her. His chin was soaked with her come. “I gather you liked that?” he said.
“Oh, my God, yes,” Carol exclaimed, too delighted to be shy about it. “It was marvelous.”
“Well, that was just for openers,” Brent said. “Just wait till you feel THIS.”
He was nosing into her pussy again, his expert tongue lashing and tickling all over the soaked scarlet flesh. Though she could still feel the faint after-shocks of her orgasm, Carol was instantly lusty again. She couldn’t get enough of his delicious pussy-eating. When she felt his tongue rapidly rimming the very mouth of her cunt, she moaned excitedly.
His big firm hands still cupped her little round ass, and now he drew her slit up against his mouth, breathing heavily on it. Carol quivered with pleasure. Then she felt his thick juicy tongue poking right into her cunt, in and out, in and out, a teasing snaking motion. Her heart hammered with excitement.
“Oh, Brent, ohhhh!” she gasped.
“Want me to put it all the way in?” he said.
Carol hesitated a second. It seemed to be so wicked, asking a man to put his tongue in her cunt. But did she want it?
“Yes!” she panted. “Yes, do it!”
He chuckled, and then she felt the thick stiff tongue-meat thrusting hard into her eager juicy cunt-hole. It was exactly the sensation she craved just then, something long and firm in her lusty little box. She whined blissfully as it went into her. He pushed in as far as he could, right to the root of his tongue. Carol couldn’t believe how marvelous it felt.
“Oh, Brent, it’s fantastic,” she whined. “I just love it.”
Another muffled chuckle, and then to her delight he began to fuck her with his tongue. He jerked it stiffly and fast in her boiling-hot box, working it just like a swollen eager cock. Carol responded to his tongue-fucking with howls of pleasure – until she realized she might wake someone up. Even then she couldn’t stop her hoarse low moaning.
“Yes, yes, it’s so good!” she panted. “Don’t stop, darling. I love it… I love it!”
Brent seemed to know every trick in the book when it came to arousing a woman. He worked his stiff tongue steadily up and down in her soaked little twat, and he rubbed his nose back and forth over her highly sensitive clit. The combination was too much for Carol. In seconds, she felt her whole belly exploding in another powerful orgasm.
“Eeeeee!” she shrieked.
Nothing in her experience equaled the stunning pleasure she felt as Brent steadily tongue-fucked her all through her body-rocking orgasm. She went completely out of control, wailing, writhing, soaking his face with gushing steamy cunt-cream. Only when she went limp and sighing did he pop his juicy tongue from her box and come up for air.
“I think maybe you enjoyed that a little,” he said dryly.
Carol laughed helplessly. She wasn’t going to swell his ego by admitting it was the best thing she’d ever felt, but she did say, “It was wonderful, Brent, just wonderful.”
“And you and John never do that?” he said.
“Never,” she sighed.
“He doesn’t even let you give him head?” Brent said wonderingly.
Carol blushed. “Oh, no, I don’t think he’d like that at all,” she said.
“The hell he wouldn’t,” Brent laughed. “There isn’t a guy alive who doesn’t dig it. John’s probably just too uptight to ask. You ought to try it on him sometime.”
“I wouldn’t even know how to do it,” Carol sighed.
“Nothing to it,” Brent grinned. “Here you can practice on me.”
Before she could reply, he was lying beside her, on his back, his pants down to his knees. His thick rigid cock stood straight up, lewdly pointing at the ceiling. Carol stared at the swollen pale shaft and knobby purple head. She’d fantasized about cock-sucking, of course, but did she really want to do it? Could she really take that huge thing in her mouth and suck on it? Slowly she moved to her knees.
“Go ahead,” Brent said eagerly. “All you have to do is take it in your mouth, as much as you can, and then suck.”
Carol’s curiosity got the better of her. After all, she thought, she might just want to do as Brent suggested and give John a surprise blow-job. She’d better grab the chance to learn how. She bent low over his stiff-standing prick and gingerly slid her mouth down over the fat oozing head. Bobbing lower still, she was able to take about half his cock into her mouth.
“That’s it!” Brent panted. “Now just suck it, as hard and fast as you want.”
Carol obeyed, her long blonde hair flying as she began to suck swiftly on his hot silky meat. Almost right away she decided she liked it. It was fun to suck on his smooth fat dick, and she liked the salty taste of his dribbling juices. Carried away with excitement, she sucked faster and faster.
“Hey, terrific!” Brent gasped. “You learn fast, baby. You got it just right the first time. But you better quit now. I’ve got other ideas for this hard-on.”
Reluctantly Carol let his rigid cock snap from her mouth. It seemed more stiff and swollen than ever, and it glistened with her saliva. She wanted it desperately. Brent didn’t even have to ask for her decision, and he knew it. He quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and once more shoved her clothes up to her waist.
Carol waited, quivering with need, while Brent knelt behind her and popped the fat wet head of his prick into her juicy little cunt-mouth. He pushed deep into her, and she groaned ecstatically. She was starved for that stiff hard presence in her cunt.
“Oh God,yes!” she whined. “Yes, Brent, fuck me! I want it so much!”
Right away he gave her what she wanted and needed. He seemed to sense that gentle balling wouldn’t do the job, not after her long frustration, and he fucked her roughly, almost savagely, his belly smacking against her pert little ass with each powerful thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Carol wailed.
She thought very briefly of John, innocently sleeping just down the hall, but then she was off on a rising spiral of pleasure, and she didn’t give a damn about anything but Brent’s furious fucking.